When we don’t let the perceived rules get in the way, meditation becomes the practice of learning to love ourselves.
I’ve learned something important about myself and men in general … we just want to be loved.
What if Buddha had been a mom? What if Jesus had been a father? Would spiritual mastery look more like you and me?
When I was a small boy my dad left the family … he came back just often enough to rub salt in the wounds he had cut in our hearts.
Whom do you trust? Whose hand do you squeeze when you are scared? Are you ever even allowed to be scared?